Chapter 10

And I kept drinking. And drinking. A bottle of Jack a day. Sometimes two bottles a day. I was poisoning myself. I didn’t know where or who I was, or where I slept. Sometimes I woke up in Rosedale Park or next to Kent Elementary School, under the jungle gym. Once I woke up in the woods behind the YMCA. Another time I woke up in a man’s bed, fully clothed, thank God, on the other side of town, unsure of the guy’s name when he climbed out of the shower. The drinking took over my life, and steered me to places I didn’t want to be, and situations I certainly didn’t wish to place myself in. It was easy to be a drunk after Matt died in the house fire, though. Simple. Expected of me. Life after death. The means of my survival. The way I could function.